Orange-u-tan.

I'm getting my replacement Fiesta Movement/Threadless shirt mailed to me! I'm so excited because I really loved this months shirt but I keep receiving the wrong size so there's no way for me to wear/promote! (Yes, the replacement is ALSO the wrong size but at least its a size bigger, not 3 sizes too small! Eek!) Woot for awesome Fiesta Movement gear!

I haven't been talking much about El Ninja Turtle Fiesta have I? Well, I hit 4900 finally! Or was it 4800? Hm...not sure. Anyway, the car is still running awesommmmmme. It's extremely smooth and so fun to drive around. Everyone who comments on it has something good to say about its style and performance (if I let them play around with it). It still could use a dome light in the back seat, especially when I'm carting around my brother at night and he drops something on the floor or I have to clean up Rice Krispies off the back seat.

My Mission #4 is TOMORROW! I'm going to help out a ReStore for Habitat for Humanity. If you've never heard of the organization, look into it! It's an awesome cause and I'd really love to help build a home one of these days! You should too! I'll actually be helping out the ReStore, which works sort of like a Goodwill/Salvation Army store. The money from the sales of all the donations goes toward supplies used toward the homes. It's real interesting and I can't wait to help as much as I can!

Onto the Nostalgic Janeblog! Start from the beginning if you haven't already!

Entry 9: January 27, 2005

Ode to a Tree (not in poem form)

Ode to a tree, how thou hast provided my shade from the dangerous ultraviolet rays from the sun. Waving in the wind, thou hast turned the carbon dioxide from my mouth into oxygen. What a wonderful feeling it is to see pictures of jungles and see a vast variety of deep green fluffs amongst the ground. Thou hast given thy life for my school supplies. Oh, how I need paper and pencils. I thank thee. I love thee so much for all of the habitats you provide for the squirrel, and the bird, and the koala, and the orangutan, and the raccoon, and the runaway child. Oh, runaway child. I love thee also. Do not be scared. Run home! Where was I? Oh yes. Tree. Oh how I love to see thee at Christmastime dressed in lovely decorations of crimson. Thou hast also provided heat for me in the yonder fireplace. Trees. Trees. Ode to trees. Thank ye ever so much for all ye hast given to me.

Time to play Catch-up

So, yes its been a couple, okay...about a week since I last updated my Nostalgic Jane blog. Guess its time for me to show you a couple at a time again. (Click here to start from the beginning)

Oh and I took my little foster brother bowling for the first time today. At first he didn't really enjoy it until he started hitting spares left and right yelling "I beat you!! I beat you twice!!" He's a little prodigy kid, I swear. He's also SO interested in all my computer stuff. He actually builds little "computers" and "iPods" and "cell phones" out of his little toys just so he can match me. He came up to me one day with a green plastic rectangle thing saying it played music so he could hook it up in his car. He has another similarly shaped object that he calls his cell phone, which he "calls" me often on.

I made the mistake of showing him my miscellaneous cord/wire box and he is soo intrigued by it wanting to know which cords go where. It's crazy. He asked me to add a charger to his "iPod" so he can charge it when it goes dead. It's cute.

Oh and speaking of prodigies, at the bowling alley I saw a guy named Kirk who looked a lot like Paras from justin.tv. The whole time he was there, he scored at least 1 perfect game and the rest of the games were all close to 300. It was crazy. I wanted to take a picture with him but he left before I could say anything.

Okay, (ouch!) just removed my Biore strip. Now onto the journals.

Entry 7: January 21, 2005 (multiple entries this day)
"Ti-a drink with jam and bread..." the middle school Honor Choir sang, a little too loud.
"Thats great! Just sing to your heart's desire. Louder!" I heard the director say.
Oh. I disagree. I thought to myself. Sing quieter.
"C'mon! The louder we sing, the better the judges will think we are! We've got four days! Y'all are doing great!"
Wow. If I was the director four days before competition with this choir, I'd cut out 2/3 of the people. And get a group of monkeys to replace them. They have a better voice.

Entry 8: January 25, 2005
Eenie, meanie, miney Moe.
Catch a tiger by its toe.
If he hollars let him pay
Fifty dollars everyday.
My mom told me
To pick the very best one
And you are not it.

Horrible tempered boy with nickname for Moses
Go out and hunt a wild striped cat and hold it by its foot
If he so happens to make a loud roar, force him to give you
Two twenties and a ten dollar bill every 24 hours
My maternal parent requested me
To choose a pure person out of a group
I will not choose you.

Many innocent rhymes do not make any sense at all. When we read them at a younger age, we think they are fun rhymes to play with. In reality, they are horrible and twisted. (Ex- "Cinderella/Dressed in yella/Went upstairs to kiss a fella/Made a mistake and kissed a snake/How many doctors did it take?/1, 2, 3, 4...etc.) I think the writers of these rhymes either like hearing children say twisted words or they just can't rhyme better words.

Futbol Americanooooooooooooo!!!

I love football, but apparently she doesn't.

Go here if you have no idea why I started this entry at the number 6.

Entry 6: January 21, 2005
Every Saturday and the occasional Sunday, Martin would paint his face, grab some money, and throw on his Vikings hat. He would call up some friends and they would leave an hour early even though the stadium was ten minutes away. I would sit at home for hours waiting for him to return. When he did, he had a huge smile on his face no matter the outcome and say, "How 'bout them Vikings? Honey, that game was great!" That was our football season.

NOT an emo post.

Yeah...sounds like an emo post. None of it's true, I just happened to write whatever this day.

Go here to start the journal posts from the beginning.

Entry 5: January 18, 2005
He drove a knife through my heart. From the inside out. It killed me. He broke my heart.
What did I do wrong? Did I deserve this? I am to blame.
I said we needed time apart. I never knew he would do this. I thought he loved me.
He ran away. Far away. He ran from me. To find another. Another one to replace me. Another one...to replace...me.
How did I fail? Was I the one who failed to love? I have always heart "To be loved, one must love in return."
He knows that I didn't love him. But I thought I did.
He left to replace me. With one who could love. Who could love him.
Gaah...I must learn.

Double the Entries...since I skipped a day...

Leaving to visit friends for my vacation down South today. Can't wait. This is a great vacation.

Well, looks like I missed a day updating. Silly, silly me. So here ya go. 2 entries for the price of...2.

Remember, these are entries from 4 years ago when I was back in high school! Go here to start from the beginning!

Entry 3: January 13, 2005
My sister swallowed a fly the other day. She didn't know it until after she swallowed it. A fly had tragically fallen into a 3-day old cup of water and drowned. My sister found the cup and drank out of it. I shrieked when I found out and looked into the glass. I whispered to her what had happened. She turned pale and left the room.

Entry 4: January 14, 2005
I can't wait until my birthday. It is in TWENTY days! I will have so much fun being seventeen. I know it will be the best year of my life. I need to celebrate! What should I do? What should I do? I want to have a party, but when? My birthday is on a Thursday so I can't have it on a school night. Jazz cafe is Friday and that will go on pretty late. I'm playing piano in that, anyway, so I will be tired. I can't do my party Friday. Saturday I am going out to dinner with my best friend to Joe's Crab Shack. I know I will have a fun time there. I would do it Saturday in the daytime but night time parties are more fun to celebrate at. So that crosses out Saturday. Sunday isn't even an option. I have church all day. We have a birthday bible study after evening services anyway. So there goes that weekend. Of course I can't have the party during the week, and that Friday I'm having a birthday dinner with my family. Saturday is a service project. Sunday is church. When will I celebrate my seventeeth birthday? When can I have my party? I have to celebrate!

Nostalgic Jane

This one was interesting. It's kind of a mix between a disturbing poem and an audio transcript. You'll see what I'm talking about.

(Go here if you've never seen an entry of Nostalgic Jane before.)

Entry 2: January 12, 2005
*Cough, Cough*
*Clears throat*
*Sniffle*
*AACHOO!*
"Bless you."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Click, Click, Click"
*Cough*'
*GASP*
*THUD*
"Oh my goodness!"
"Is he okay?"
"Call 911!"
*Beep, Beep, Beep*
*Clears throat*
"Someone is...
yes.
Thank you."
*Cough, Cough*
*Clears throat*
*Sniffle*
*AACHOO!*
"Bless you."
"Thank you."

Nostalgic Jane

Way back in 2005 during my high school years, I used to be a writer. My Junior year English teacher enforced each student that year to keep a journal to write in daily. She didn't care what we wrote about, as long as it was about a page long. I took this opportunity to let out all my silliness/whatever-I-happened-to-be-thinking-about.

So here begins Nostalgic Jane.

Entry 1: January 11, 2005
In addition to my last entry, even though I don't believe males have brains, cows have so much more fun than horses. I know horses get more attention than cows but what's so great about that? When the only time you get called is to give milk or get chopped up to be transformed into a hamburger, a cow has so much more time at hand...or hoof. Horses are almost always in a stable eating hay and being pointed at. Cows just roam a field, moo at passing people, eat fresh grass, and wonder what it'd be like to be a horse. Another thing: aren't udders so much more fun than manes? It's like having BREASTS on the STOMACH! They are the most recognizable feature on a dow if you don't qualify the black and white spots. That's how a parent can tell if a child had drawn a cow. Horses are hard to draw. They are so unfun. Please excuse my French.